Walls

My habits include writing on walls,

My friends don't like it,

You see, it's my downfall.

Because I lose myself once in a while,

To silent madness and luminary smiles. And I can't stop breathing,

I tried.

And I can't stop trying,

I'll die.

But what they don't get,

I'm different from the rest,

Instead of the same,

Trapped in life's game:

Of life, of death, length of breath.

Not love or trust, just gold and pain.

It's not about what you gain,

It's about what you give,

And if you don't give it your all,

You'll end up like me,

Writing on walls.